if i had to describe myself, lets just say... something like an ugly, kaleidoscope glass vase.

hmm, a transparent one —that others can look into, or not... because it's just a glass vase, and with a little attention, anyone can notice its emptiness. think of my worldview, how it keeps shifting, ever-changing, just sitting there waiting for others' thoughts to be stuck in... like flowers. kaleidoscope, because it's full of contradictions. at one moment, i might think this way, believing this is right and that is wrong, but then just a while later, everything changes... to the point where im no longer ashamed of the contradictory shifts within me. a vase, no matter which way it turns, is still a vase... right? and it's not even beautiful. the flowers stuffed inside are messy, excessive, patchwork. ugly, isn't it? but somehow, deep inside, i feel a strange satisfaction with this chaos...

ugh. truly, an ugly kaleidoscope glass vase.